20.02.1967
I remember feeling ashamed, for some reason. I was ashamed of my parents. I couldn't face some of my friends at school anymore, because I desperately wanted to have the classic, you know, typical family. Mother, father. I wanted that security, so I resented my parents for quite a few years because of that.
He' s the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
When I say aahh
He' s the one who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
When I say aahh
We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom
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